Between Us And The Real Big God There Were A Bunch Of Teeny Weenie Gods

Amen for the managers!

The folks who walk and roll.

They steer the ship and

Drop the anchor at will.

They say who stays and who goes.

All say hurrah for them in the know.

For the Chiefs high up on life’s hill.

They see what’s what and aim our sheep

They call us high and then low.

Hail to the dudes in bizness suits!

They point and ex marks that spot.

They bend and they shape everything seen.

Take chances and they rarely get caught.

They’re that schmart!

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.